I've been laughing at Hessuel whenever his wolf shakes off the water on him.
Worst, his wolf chases its own tail while he's scrubbing its fur and the residue of soap and bubbles are splattered around involving his face. I instruct him to fetch water beside him—from the spa pool, to bathe his grubby wolf.
"Your wolf is happy~ It's been six months since its last bathe." I tease, "And you're the reflection of your wolf right now. Clumsy."
"Bathing this kind of dog is exciting! Try it!"
"I'd rather bathe your human form."
He grasps around his arms his wolf to pacify it and scrubs its paws, having a hard time in his life 'tho this is only the beginning! Perhaps he's only a professional in plowing. I bite my lips while watching him struggle, I still like this side of him.
Amazingly, this is my first time seeing a werewolf in two bodies simultaneously: the beast and Intelligence. Hessuel is still half-naked and after bathing, his wolf jumps onto me with an extremely happy smile but I run away around the pool since its furs are wet!
My baby bump slows me down and Hessuel circles on the opposite side I crossed, completely unaware of their scheme! He lifts me on my knees to his shoulder, then jumps into the spa pool along with my scream! Sometimes, he's a wrestler! Fellowshiping Hessuel is already a challenge and this time, the challenge is doubled!
"Now bathe me~" he teases back!
But instead, I slap the water on him and run around the pool like how exactly romance can make us a couple of bonkers. Moreover, the sparkling laughter is here again. He catches my waist and supports my back carefully and tenderly meets our wet lips. His wolf is howling lively.
Before I teach him the next thing about being my househusband, I take him inside my room to change clothes. I put my enchanted belt on. However, I can't find anything for Hessuel apart from pajamas. I rummage in my wardrobe 'tho it'll be futile. I picked the largest yellow dress I have. "If only I can use my magic, I can turn this into a polo for you."
"Yes, I heard you eleven times," he commented while grinning in front of the mirror.
I smile on my own seeing him smile often like usual. I'm still searching for a miraculous appearance of a shirt here that could match his size when he puts on the yellow dress and spins in front of the mirror. Ironically, I realize I've been having a both handsome and beautiful mate! His white skin, hair, and crystalline eyes are kinda common assets of womanhood excluding his smooth beefy body.
"Do you want it?"
He keeps on spinning and spreading the skirt. "Dan, I never knew dresses are exciting to wear!"
"At first, yes. In the end, still yes. But of course, I'm not gonna oblige you to wear that within my house... or our house."
"..." I caught him stealing a glance at me through the mirror, then smiled timidly. And in a blink, "No! Dan, it has to be me! I should be the one to provide a shelter," he insisted.
I remember a storage chest underneath the bed and I crawl for it. "Don't pressure yourself over something you already have. Besides, this house isn't mine in the first place. Only the memories I have with it." The preserved things in this chest made me complacent. I pick a white long-sleeve button-down shirt, strip him like a big doll, and put on the cloth for him. I add, "And I want this house to witness the memories we will have."
"... You don't sound aromantic." His nose itches.
"It's your fault." Then I knot the scarf bow tie and twist his shoulder toward the mirror. "There! It fits you."
"You have a boys' cloth after all?" He's enjoying fashion too.
"'Twas from my first man. He lived here for a short period of time... Sorry for mentioning."
"I don't mind."
I stare at his eyes for a minute and hug him silently. "I love you," I muttered. Then I pushed him for a distance after two blinks. "And because of that, I'll teach you another lesson!"
"Don't you want to hear my I love you t—?"
"Let's go downstairs!" I pulled his wrist and he's just chuckling at me saying,
"I love you too, Mrs. Dandeline~"
I nibbled his arm. In the living room where the dogs are playing with Acro and Hessuel's wolf, I instruct him again on how to groom the dogs. We sit on the rug in front of the furnace and he's combing my Siberian Husky dog to remove its fur fall. We gathered the fur like a cluster of clouds and it made him excited... but exhausted.
"I... I'll do this for the rest of my life? Sounds exciting at first, not until the end," he said and I can't determine if he was complimenting or complaining.
"Dogs love it too! It can be your way to gain their trust, what d'you say~?" I pinch my Husky's squishy cheeks and she wiggles her tail. I rub his head and chin, but after a span of 10 seconds of amusing my dog, Hessuel gradually pulls my dog away from me, then lays down on my lap like a jealous dog. "My goddess, Hessuel..." I rub his hair and chin and he absolutely adores it. My Husky is groaning and struggling in pulling his pajamas away but he's giving no attention.
I can't complain in my life anymore just by living with these cute beings!
I ask, "Feel like a wolf yet? Caressing is one of the animal's favorite relaxation."
"Do you? Or you half like it?"
"Well, I never felt it before. I was never treated like a wolf, really."
"..." He stares at my face, scrupulously. I'm startled when he carried me like a bride, sat down on the couch, and laid me on his lap. He pulls my head to his chest and caresses my hair. "I'll treat you the best wolf for the rest of my life," he said in a husky tone. I'm right, and I've proven it myself just now. It feels nice. Matching with the perfect position made my first time the best. In exchange, I caress his chin. He asks,
"Dan, when do you want to get married?"
"Married? Werewolves don't have marriage. Mating is what we have."
"Don't you want it? Since you're a half-human, we'll make the services half; half cake, half bouquet, half gown—"
"Are you serious?" I bite his cheek before I give him a peck kiss. He growls ironically. And because he mentioned it, "It's not a bad idea. The wedding day is the day the woman can be in her most beautiful semblance in her entire life in white."
"We can have our own kind of werewolf wedding! That would be exciting. Do you want to remarry with me?"
"You... Alright. Maybe I can cooperate with your gimmick sometimes."
"Then we can have seven kids matching your seven dogs~"
"So you're planning to extend an additional seven rooms and buy things for seven children?"
"If it's necessary to have seven jobs and wake up at seven o'clock a.m. in seven days, of course, I will."
"I won't let you overwork like that. I don't want seven competitors over your time."
"Don't overthink it. I'll use the twenty-four-seven wisely."
"Why can't we live without a job..." I murmured.
"You'll never complain if you love your job," he says. "One more thing, what are your expectations in this family?"
He seems excited about this. I said, "Other than having a loving one, I will let the rest surprise me more than expecting them."
"I thought you'd like to have seven dancers in the kitchen."
I slap his chest.
"Admit it. You enjoyed my performance."
Why am I the embarrassed one here!? He's so confident in everything! "Next time, wear a necktie," I suggested in an attempt to turn the table.
And he just kissed me on my neck to tickle me. He laid me beneath him for more until a knock on the door cutteth the privacy. Hessuel initiates to welcome the visitor but I wrestle on his waist to take him back to his seat and when I'm on my feet, he lifts me in his arms and lays me on the couch again to open the door! I sneak from the backrest as he opens the door for a messenger, a paper is stretched forth to him.
"It's for the Moon Priestess, Dandeline. It has been approved that she's not guilty of any illegal actions. She can unlock her spellbook if she'll attend the moon servants' assembly tomorrow."
I sprint toward them.
"Thank—"
I hit my hips to Hessuel's hips and said, "Thank you very much!" The messenger left right away. I close the door and pick Hessuel from the floor to hug him! He's still weak 'tho. "I can finally use my magic again!"
"Yes, I see..."
The day continues. I made him occupied with the obligations in this house including the rearing of the garden—his favorite. He enjoys watering the flowers as he spins around. I can't imagine an additional 'twin' Hessuel in my upcoming days! I should've asked Cormelio how he survived. He gets tired easily when it comes to cleaning the house. We relax in front of the furnace with a mug of coffee on hand, talk about house rules and create new, and expectations for our relationship.
We make dreams together or rebuild them.
It may seem like the same thing my eyes have seen, but the difference is how I see it now... and it is special. With him.
It is a day for us.
Everything was ruined when the bills arrived in the evening.
"Tell me you're frustrated without telling me you're frustrated," he demands, for I've been staring at the provided calculation in an envelope.
I laid the bill and revealed my enchast to shake the house. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"
"Okay. That will do." He massages my shoulder. "You're not gonna pay those bills alone anymore. Don't frustrate yourself too much. It's give-and-take. What you consume is what you'll pay in exchange. Both sides will benefit!" I can discern now that he's going to be a passive father and husband if it's not necessary to complain. He later prepared the hot spa pool with floating flowers on the surface—kinda making it romantic.
However, I cover my nose and frown insanely. The smell makes me puke!
"What's wrong? It smells good," Hessuel said and sniffs the flower. "Should I put food instead? It's your kind of perfume, right?"
"Don't. Geez! Don't do this whenever I'm pregnant. My senses are three times! Negatively!"
"Ooooh, then..." He sweeps the water with his hands to wash the flowers away.
"And I don't like food perfume anymore." I unknot and snatch his ribbon bow tie to smell it obsessively. "Your smell is my new favorite."
Teasingly, he brings his underarm closer to me and I run away! I expect he would be surprised and curious to know his smell! The chase leads us to my room and I lay him on my bed.
"Just a taste of your scent will make your mate happy."
"Soothe yourself."
I cornered his waist between my thighs and quenched my thirst with aggressive kisses while unbuttoning his shirt. He's deliberately giving the domination to me. So I can freely bite his lips, and suck his jaw and neck. I ripped the shirt wide open to expose his body and guzzle it, running my nose in his alluring scent of skin. Wherever my tongue touches, it tickles him, and then I come lower.
"Dan—" He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, holding the sound of his breath. His grip on my hair tells both supplications: he wants me to stop and he wants me to keep going. His reactions tempt me to tease him even more. My heavy hands with unconsciously unleashed claws are leaning on his shoulders as I raise myself, still sitting above him.
He's staring at me while chasing his breath, face is obviously blushing because of his white skin. This submissive side of him entices me. And seeing all of his sides, including the kind villainous side captures me thoroughly—it's not too late to love it too. I take off his hand from his mouth and kiss him possessively, holding his cheeks with my fingers. Tongues meet often.
I whisper to his ear, "I shall give you my own mark too." And I saw the movement of his throat. I sniff his neck down to his shoulder but I don't feel complacent in this part. I realize I've been squeezing his right arm, so I kiss it before I bite it emphatically. He did not react to it, instead, he embraced my nape with the same arm and he smelled my hair. When I'm through, I use an enchast with a finger to draw an art of dandelion that will remain along the mark.
I kiss and cuddle with him above some more. And since he's calmer, he asks, "What's the mark for?"
"You don't know but you gave me a mark?"
"It just came naturally. And Uncle Cor told me about it too in his wild tale."
"Werewolves' marks are the same as the humans' wedding ring. It symbolizes that they're mated or in human vocabulary, married. Moreover, it's not just a display of body art, once you cheated, the bite mark will ache sorely to remind you that you're mated. So early rejection is better than feeling that pain if a werewolf doesn't like that werewolf."
"That's exciting~"
"What!?"
"I mean how the bite mark works!"
["Come here... Come unto me, child... Come..."] The moon's echoing voice suddenly came into my consciousness! I manage to come out of the daydream but when I see Hessuel, he rises up having a hallucination! I cover his naked body under the blanket and shake his shoulder.
"Hessuel! Hessuel!" He's not responding, as a result, I slap his face.
"Ouch...?"
"Hessuel, can you hear me now!?"
He looks at me, then shakes my arms. "Dan! Are you alright!?"
"Did you hear the moon's voice too!?"
"It's her?"
"Yes! This is terrible... She's starting to gather her children."
"She said..."
"She told me to come to her."
"... to kill them."
The room was filled with eerie silence.